THE FINAL HOURS OF RESEARCH STATION A-57

[AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m still working on my next book. In the meantime, enjoy this little flash-fiction sci-fi/horror tale, written in the Lovecraftian/Alien vein.]

It is with sadness and trepidation that I present for the first time since the shocking events of May 24th, 2077, the final transmissions between the on-site Tech Specialist and myself during that fateful expedition aboard the A-57 Research Station.

Everyone is pretty familiar with the station’s sad state prior to that day—how it was gradually developing minor flaws and breakdowns in key systems. It was these breakdowns which ultimately led to the Board’s decision to defund the station. Had it not been for the untimely failure of the station’s onboard data transmission system, it would not have been necessary to send a specialist up to the station to manually retrieve its last recorded findings.

The specialist was equipped with standard space exploration suit, a typical array of nano-machine tools and networked data collection devices for such a mission. It was, all in all, a completely routine assignment, and as his handler I was not expecting to deal with some of the situations which we ultimately confronted. What follows is the transcript of our communications, up to the point at which I lost contact with him:

“My systems show you’re at the docking bay entrance now. Confirm?”

“That’s right. Looks like most of the power must be gone from the place—there’s only emergency lighting. There’s a viewport here—I can see the earth. Wave so I can see you.”

“Heh. Can you open the door?”

“Roger that.” [Sound of hissing, buzzing as he apparently rewired the door.]

“Okay, I’m inside now.”

“What can you see?”

“Not much. Main corridor seems even darker than the last one, can barely see in here. Looks like it’s… decaying. What the…, is that rust?”

“No, it couldn’t be—it’s not made of metal. It’s strange that it’s only emergency power—the readings show full energy levels. In any case, the layout says you’re a couple corridors away from the data lab. Go down the main corridor and go left.”

[Clanking of his magnetic gravity boots on the stations floor.]

“It’s so damn dark, and—there’s some kind of… goo or something coating the floors. Like oil.”

“That’s really weird. Might explain the weird auto-transmissions we’ve received. The energy signatures suggested it was overloaded, but I don’t…”

[Distant crashing and hissing sounds.]

“What was that? Hang on a minute.”

[Heavy breathing, more clanking. Sound of hiss as door opens.]

“I went through this door at the end of the hall. Where should I be now?”

“You should be in the observation room. Should be a big window.”

“Well, it’s closed. Emergency light here too, and—[expletive]!”

[Sound of fighting, then heavy breathing.]

“What happened?”

“I just saw a head—it was flying around the room! I—I didn’t know what I was seeing. “

“A head? A human head!?”

“No—a, uh, animal or something. Did they run animal experiments up here?”

“I think so—maybe they forgot to throw out their trash or something.”

[More clanking, heavy breathing]

“What would have caused the windows to all seal?”

“Some kind of emergency warning might have gone off—again, could be tied into why we got those signals.”

“Too dark—no emergency lights even. I’ve got my flashlight and—whoa!”

“What happened?”

“This area’s demagnetized or something—I’m floating.”

“There should be two doors—try to reach the one on the left.”

“Roger that.”

[Long silence, followed by hiss of doors opening and a metallic clang]

“Ok, this area seems better lit, although it’s… flickering. I can’t, uh, I can’t see the source of it…”

[Slow clanking of his footsteps. Strange hissing or growling noise heard. A few seconds of silence]

[More hissing and growling, ending in a final, metallic grinding or crunching sound.]

<SIGNAL LOST>

That was the last of the transmissions received from him. I cannot speculate as to the meaning of his final words. We can only conjecture whether this bizarre and abrupt ending had any connection with the sudden degradation of the station’s orbit, and its furious plunge into the Pacific ocean, many weeks ahead of its scheduled destruction. Most of the station’s wreckage was incinerated of course, but among the few pieces recovered, one unusually large section of its hull survived relatively intact. The research team sent to recover the debris found it had a strange hole torn in it. Obviously, all debris is expected to be badly damaged, but the hole bore the appearance of having been torn deliberately from within.

Perhaps it is only a strange coincidence, but the specialist’s final words lead me to wonder if there is some unknown sentient force at work. In connection with the new reports of deep-sea divers glimpsing bizarre creatures lurking beneath the sea, and the sudden decimation of the whale shark population that has recently occurred in that part of the ocean, it leads me to feel it necessary to urge caution when exploring that region, and I think sending Naval forces to the area is advisable. Some may argue that it seems unlikely anything dangerous may lurk down there, but while it is certainly true that the darkest depths of the sea are very inhospitable to life, I contend that something which had once resided in the blackness of space itself could easily survive the extreme conditions of the ocean floor.

It has possibilities. A good way to introduce this would be for the narrator to be explaining this to a government oversight committee hearing with him being quite vocal about the possibility of alien life forms invading our oceans, and of course the committee yawns and calls him a crack pot until…